A sublime week with my Helen

Grace to you all from our Lord Jesus Christ,

If I may, let me begin in an orthodox, albeit atypical way through prayer: Father I thank you for making us in such a way that we have the capacity and privilege of knowing You. Help us to know You more. Lord, You said that everyone is blessed who fears You, that they shall be happy and all will be well with them. Lord Jesus, You have made me happy and caused all things to be well with me. Thank You Lord! And help me to fear and believe You all the more. Lord, we do not want to be complacent; God, forbid that we become unsavory salt; we want to be useful to You always. God help us and forgive us of our lazy complacency and stagnant contentment. We fear men more than we fear You, so we keep You as our most private secret instead of proclaiming Your wonderful works to the children of men. Forgive us God for being disobedient. Help Your Church, in the future, from now on, and by the power of Your Holy Spirit to be Your witnesses in all the earth in order to work together with the Holy Spirit in preparing You a pure and spotless bride, just for You, Lord Jesus. Teach us to pray in Your Name. Amen.

Last week when I wrote you last, I sort of knew what I would be writing about this week. Let me say at the forefront that I am neither eloquent nor profound enough to convey to you the fulfillment which I feel and in which I have been living. I am truly blessed, and I am even more aware now of the obedience and calling of the Gospel to which we have been called. Why do I say “we”? Because, as of Friday, October 16^th, 2009, my good friend of four years and the woman through whom God revived love in me, the elegant Helen Salter, became my bride-to-be. YEA!!!! J I LOVE her with a more passionate and committed love than I have ever experienced before. What’s more is that the Father, from the beginning of our courtship, has been giving me glimpses into His love for her—the love with which He desires to love her through me. What an awesome privilege for me! It’s true that I cannot love everybody that way, there just wouldn’t be the practical or devotional time and energy to do so, but God knows I can at least love my wife with His love, and He wants me to. He wants ALL husbands to do that.

This may be a lengthy post, so feel free to come back to it. Let me start from the beginning:

I met Helen Salter in the Fall of 2005 at Jimmy and Anne Nicholson’s house in Auburn, AL. Jimmy and Anne hosted a college fellowship at least twice a week in their home. It was a wonderful time in the word, in prayer and worship, and in the breaking of bread and fellowship. It was our church home. We truly kept Jesus as our focus. We had a very intimate group of people there, and Helen became part of that group that year. I can remember first seeing Helen sitting adjacent from the entrance to Anne’s kitchen; so she was the first sight I beheld when I walked in the door that night. And what a sight to behold! I didn’t immediately know that the woman I was looking at would one day be my wife, but I did have the good sense to appreciate how beautiful she was. And to be honest, the thought of possible partnership with her did cross my mind, since, at that point in time and many times afterward, every time I saw a new girl I wondered, “Is she the one?” You see I’ve been alone pretty much my whole life. I’ve only had one other girlfriend, and now looking back on that relationship, it was a fairly superficial one. We dated for two years off and on, talked about marriage, but never kissed each other, and I came away from that relationship very hurt and confused. Needless to say, I have been looking for my wife for about 10 years now.

Of course after meeting Helen that night I realized something even more charming and appealing about her—her accent. Helen had moved from Bristol, England with her family when she was 14 years old. They now reside in Birmingham, AL where her dad is a pastor.

After we had talked for a bit, I was extremely attracted to her then! So I liked Helen almost immediately when I met her. But I wasn’t grounded on just her at that point in time and probably suppressed my attraction to her in order to keep myself from being hurt again. About a year later, my attraction to her was turning into love. In November of 2006 I wrote Helen a letter expressing my “intrigue” of her and my desire to get to know her better. Her response was well-thought out and prayed through, but she kindly declined my offer at that time, saying, “There are many things that I admire about you but I don't share the same feelings as you have expressed to me.” Ironically, she also had prayed that "the Lord would bring into [my] life the woman that He is preparing for [me] and that it would not be long from now." I have these comments from her thanks to the fact that I never delete most of my g-mails. J That is very meaningful now since she is the answer to her own prayer! I wasn’t devastated by her response, especially since Helen took care to never disrespect me in any way. But I was disappointed because I had been convinced in my own mind and heart that she would be the last woman I would ever have to date. I even burned a CD in celebration of the fact, which I entitled “Love my Woman,” and included my favorite love songs on it to remind me of her. Since I had been turned down, I began to suppress my feelings for her and we continued to be good friends.

In 2009, when I heard that Helen had a boyfriend at work, I was secretly disappointed, although I told her I was happy for her, and I meant it. I wanted her to be happy, but, of course, I wanted me to be happy too. Only a few months later, I was secretly glad that she had broken up with this young man, although I was saddened by the fact that she had been hurt and was now all alone, AGAIN! In June, when Helen came to visit Gabby and me in Auburn, we talked about it. She shared her story and I shared mine. It was the first time that either of us had talked with one another about our past (or in her case, recent) relationships. Light had been shed and more room had been made for each of us in our hearts, although I wasn’t fully aware of it at the time and didn’t want to admit it to myself. But that day, as I looked upon the dainty elegance of my old friend, Helen, once again, I just stood to reflect upon her character and appreciate her beauty. I felt compelled to snap a quick, candid photo with my camera-phone. My mind was in a state of conflict at that moment: I told myself that I was just doing it to remember my good friend Helen, who, after all, I may never see again since I would be moving to New York in a month. But I knew that I was suppressing what had been motivating my very actions that day: I was deeply impressed by her and I wanted to impress her too. Before she left Auburn, I invited her and Gabby over to my house to have a pancake breakfast. I also talked her into going with me to visit our friends David and Jillian Carden in Mobile the next week. She agreed to go. I secretly did it in order to spend more time with her, even though I never would have admitted it even to myself at the time. It’s wonderful how God works things out, for it was on that trip that we realized we liked each other. The week that I left to come here to New York, I wrote her a second letter asking her for her permission (and her dad’s) to pursue her in courtship and to get to know her better. It is now 3 and a half months later, a week after she came up here to visit me, and she is now my fiancé. I can say in all seriousness that last week with Helen was the best week of my life under the sun thus far. But before I tell you a little about that, let me backtrack for a moment.

Exactly five years ago, I was living at His Place ministries in Opelika and Helen was living in Selma with her mentors, Terry and Stephanie Grissom. During that time I was in the midst of a 40-day fast which God had called me to do for the first time in my life. He had instructed me to fast from “the thing which I love most in this whole world.” At that point in time, the “thing” which I loved most in this world was my ex-girlfriend, Lindsey. I didn't realize it at the time (or maybe I didn't want to), but fasting from Lindsey was the answer to her prayers. She apparently had wanted to break up with me, again, but, again, wanted me to do it, instead of her. Needless to say, she was very supportive of the fast. I viewed it as me giving up the supreme object of my love and thus as an Abraham-sacrificing-Isaac-type of situation. I told God, “If I yield this seed to You, to plant it in the ground and let it die, I expect it to become fruitful. But Lord, I will give up anything for You!” I said in tears. (It was later, in 2006, when God expressly promised to make me fruitful and founded it on Psalm 128:1-4). At the end of the fast, God revealed to me that Lindsey and I would break up, and He gave me the utmost grace to do it and to cope with it. During that same time, almost exactly five years ago today, Helen was at a church conference called “Harvest-Fest.” It was appropriately held during the month of October. At that conference, God spoke to her through two different members of the Body that, among many other things, she would be married, and that her husband would be “a Caleb in the spirit.” Helen has clung to this word of prophecy as confirmation as to who her husband would be. In 2005, the same year that I met Helen, I came across a teaching by my favorite bible teacher, Derek Prince, entitled “Caleb: Lessons from a Dog’s Life.” This teaching changed my life and caused me to desire to pattern my life after that of Caleb. I even began to write an epic story with Caleb as the protagonist and main character. Did you know that five times in the Scriptures it says of Caleb that “he wholly followed the Lord his God”? It doesn’t even say that about Joshua or David! I want to be that kind of man—a man who is completely faithful to God and in all things; a man of integrity and loyalty.

It is important to mention that in the same month that I was drawing near to God, fasting to find my wife and fruitfulness, Helen was being told who her husband would be, even before we met! God was immediately at work, and neither of us even knew it! It is in Psalm 128:3, where it says, “Your wife shall be a fruitful vine in the very heart of your house…” This is the same verse I had inscribed on Helen’s engagement ring, for she is truly the Fruitful Vine which God has prepared for me. And I pray that I am the “Caleb” which God has prepared for her.

I proposed to Helen on Friday, October 16^th, as I said before. We had spent the day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Afterward, we began walking back to TSC. We were right next to Central Park where I wanted to propose to her that day. I had the ring in my pocket, and it wasn’t raining, as it had been forecasted. Helen said, “Maybe we could go for a walk in the park tomorrow, if we have time.” I responded with a smile, “Well, we have some time right now.” This was the moment! I had to take it. So we strolled along, took some pictures and I found a scenic, quiet place with a bench for her to sit on. I wiped the rain water off the bench with my sleeve for her to sit down, but then said, “Well, this part is too wet, I’ll just sit here, in front of you so I can look at you.” I kneeled down on the ground, with the ring in my hand. Quickly and nervously, I told her that I love her, that she is my fruitful vine and that I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I showed her the ring. She cried and smiled broadly. I slid the ring onto her finger. She cried some more and we kissed for the first time. Helen is my first kiss. And I can tell you this: I’ll never kiss another woman as long as I live! Why would I want to? I am completely captivated by Helen and her love for me. J

The next five days together were some of the most wonderful days I will ever have with another human being. I didn’t think it was possible, but we have grown even more intimately and affectionately in love. I think of her every moment. And while we know that things may not always be exactly this way, as my wise and best friend David Carden said to me, “the commitment never changes.” Whatever the circumstances or moods that we find ourselves in, our commitment to one another will never change.

In closing, you other guys can be jealous and gawk at me, but Helen Salter is mine and I am hers. She is God’s gift to me, as it is written: “He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.” I am truly highly favored!

I love you, Helen!

Just a brief update

Greetings everyone!

It's beginning to get cold here in New York City. It's been consistently in the 40's at night, and is sure to keep getting colder. This Fall weather provokes me to miss home, where you can see all the beautiful colors of the leaves and where the weather is milder. Here, you can't see anything because of all the buildings. New York is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here for the rest of my life. Despite all the lights and the ostentatious façade, New York City is by and large a very dismal and lonely place. I can see how it would be very easy to get lost in the crowd here. And because of the inconvenience of time pressures, money, and distance, it is difficult to meet up with friends just to hang out. Thus the tendency of most busy New Yorkers is to be loners, or to be friends with only those whose daily paths are the same as their own. Being from the country, I'm not impressed with all the aggrandizement of this city, since I have actually seen the beauty of God's creation. God's creation surpasses man's constructions any day.

Now some readers, sympathetic to the New York lifestyle, may not agree with my sentiments. I've talked to people who love living here. That's fine. I'm not asking them to move. I do wonder, however, if they have actually taken time to look "outside of the box" in order to see the bigger picture. I'll give you an example of what I mean. A good friend of mine here at TSC, who has lived in New York his entire life, took me to visit Coney Island back in late August. When we arrived, he expressed with satisfaction, "Isn't it beautiful!?" Before I go any further, have any of you ever been to Hawaii, or Savannah, GA, or Destin, FL, or even Gulf Shores, AL? If you have, you know what a beautiful beach looks like. ANY outsider who has ever visited Coney Island, knows that Coney Island is not a beautiful beach. It is admittedly run-down, dirty, drug-infested, and the beach itself is laden with trash and old heroin needles. For my friend to proclaim its beauty only reveals that he has never seen a beautiful beach; it is the only beach he had ever known. No doubt, he had experienced fond memories there as a child, but the truth remains that he only calls Coney Island beautiful because he doesn't know any better. Now that may sound like a cruel pot shot to my friend, but I assure you that I mean no harm. I only want to point out this fact: sometimes we humans become satisfied with a lesser good merely because we don't know any better. My friend isn't stupid. I guarantee if he saw any of the above-mentioned beaches he would agree with awe that they do surpass Coney Island in beauty, aside from the fact that Coney Island is a place of nostalgia for him.

Coney Island's famous hotdog stand, Nathan's.

Aside from the goodness of nostalgia and talk of beaches, isn't it interesting how easy it is for us to accommodate ourselves to be content with less than God's best? So many of us deprive ourselves of God's abundance just because we are too lazy (or afraid) to look out of the box in which we have become comfortable. Be assured of this much at least, on my end: if I had wanted to stay in my complacency I never would have come to New York. Not only did I want to broaden my own horizons, but God loved me enough to pull me out of my state of spiritual complacency in which I had been found in Alabama.

This week, my beloved Helen will be coming to Times Square to visit me! Also, this week, I will be filling in for my friend Billy who is visiting Israel. Billy is in charge of distributing food and providing information on local shelters and food kitchens after the Sunday and Tuesday evening services. I had the delight of feeding four people this past Sunday night. We gave out 90 pounds of food! If you want to know more about Times Square Church's ministry to the homeless and poor, check out the website for the "Raven Ministry" at http://www.tscnyc.org/ministry_raven.php. It is truly a worthwhile ministry.

I'll update again after Helen and I have spent some time together this coming week.

Grace to you all,

David

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Prayer in the Square and Spiritual Confrontation

I begin my blog entry this week with soberness of mind and much contemplation. I haven't updated in 2 weeks because I haven't had a day off in almost that long. Last Sunday was "Prayer in the Square" and as you can imagine, Times Square Church has been busy over the past month preparing for that monumental occasion.

May the Lord help me as I try to convey to you the details of the past two weeks.

The spiritual atmosphere in this nation has become quite tense as of late, and many are aware of it. There might even be a confrontation taking place. I say things like this with tentativeness because I don't want to be presumptuous about what I believe God is showing me. Such revelation about our times can certainly be corroborated by the rest of the Body of Christ as we seek Him and He reveals His plans and purposes to His servants. What I look for as confirmation is consistency of revelation among the Church at large. When God reveals His plans to different, unassociated members of the Body and that plan is found to be consistent among members, you can be fairly sure that it is God speaking to His people; it is the one Spirit enlightening the one Body. So regarding the things I am about to relate to you, consider how such a plan is consistent among the Body and in all things search the Scriptures to confirm whether these things are true--Acts 17:11.

The day before Prayer in the Square (you can watch Prayer in the Square at http://www.nycprayer.org/media_center_facebook.html) I was bombarded mentally with a rather typical attack from the enemy. Helen and some of her friends in Auburn prayed as I prayed here, and I began to be relieved. But thereafter, Satan tried to put a wedge between Helen and me, which has since been abolished. Helen also has been attacked recently, not only through that, but also with extreme physical ailments. She had surgery to remove a lump this Thursday. The operation went well, but she is now recovering in pain and dealing with additional discomfort from nausea and cramps!

Before I go any further, let me epitomize the intensity of the spiritual atmosphere over the past week: 1) Prayer in the Square was Sunday, September 20th and gathered a following of over 200 churches with around 30,000 people on Times Square. 2) The Islamic 40-day fast of Ramadan is ending this week. This Friday, Sept. 25th, an unprecedented event occurred when some 50,000 Muslims gathered on Capitol Hill for a day of prayer and fasting to close Ramadan (see http://www.islamoncapitolhill.com/). 3) The radiant prayer and fasting ministry, The Call, posted an urgent message on their website this week (see http://www.thecall.com/#Urgent), calling all Christians to a week of concerted prayer with such evangelical leaders as Lou Engle (of The Call), Shirley Dobson (of Focus on the Family and The National Day of Prayer), and Tony Perkins (of the Family Research Council). The week is to end with a day of concerted prayer and fasting for the Church in America and for Muslims to come to Christ. 4) This year, on September 27-28, the Jewish Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur, will be observed. This too is a day of fasting and repentance for all Jews. (for more information on Yom Kippur from a Jewish perspective see http://www.myjewishlearning.com/holidays/Jewish_Holidays/Yom_Kippur.shtml).

What we are seeing in the religio-spiritual climate of America just this week is truly a brewing storm of religious fervor and conflicting worldviews. It is cause for the Church to get serious about our faith and about evangelism! Contrary to what atheists would prefer, America is still very much a religious nation. The the most prominent religions in the world--the Big Three Monotheistic religions--are at a crossroads of spiritual confrontation in this nation. It is because of THIS that I believe God has offered us His plans and purposes in and through these things, to act accordingly.

The following is what I believe the Lord is revealing to me:

First and most importantly, God is calling the Church to a renewed, consecrated vigilance in prayer. I believe God is in the process of setting apart a "Zadok priesthood;" a "righteous" remnant (Zadok means "righteous" or "just." For more on Zadok read 2 Samuel chapter 15 and 1 Kings chapters 1-2.) of praying and interceding saints who will be able to stand in the gap on behalf of unbelievers and have favor with people. This remnant will be able to believe and see God's promises fulfilled, for "the just shall live by faith."

Secondly, I believe God has confirmed to me a particular of my calling. Namely, that I (and many others) must be prepared to give an answer to Muslims and people of other worldviews in order to convince them of the verity of the Gospel. I believe that God specifically "told" me that knowledge is increasing, but assurance is decreasing. Our task as apologists (defenders of the faith) in this time is to provide the knowledge of the truth of Jesus Christ and to persuade people of its certainty. We are to reason with people from the Scriptures, just as the apostle Paul did--(Acts 17:2, 17; 18:4; 19:8-9). We are to persuade, convince, correct, and rebuke--2 Timothy 3:17. I have been interested in apologetics for a long time and I have thought that it would be a useful discipline in helping to clear the rubble of doubt so that the Gospel may be presented unhindered to people, but never before has God confirmed to me specifically that I should be equipped to defend the truth against the myriad of conflicting worldviews. It is an answered prayer to know with certainty and specificity to what God is calling me.

And finally, I believe God has shown me in prayer recently that "the fullness of the Gentiles"--Romans 11:25--is coming into the Church, and soon the "blindness in part," that has been on the Jewish people for centuries, will be totally removed (for more, read Romans chapters 9-11 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%209-11&version=NKJV). I pray this means that there will be a great influx of the remaining Gentiles (especially including Muslims) coming to Christ and then there will also be a Jewish revival which the world has never seen, where millions of Jews will come to believe in Yeshua (Jesus) as their Messiah! I get emotional every time I think or pray about this. I believe it is God's heart and God's plan, but His children must be co-workers with Him in this endeavor! What blood will be on our hands if we are just content to do nothing! We can be witnesses of Jesus Christ by the Holy Spirit whom He has given us for this very purpose!

Jesus said, "And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come."--Matthew 24:14.

The end will not come until the gospel is preached to ALL nations, Gentile and Jew alike. When the fullness of the Gentiles has come into the Church and the subsequent mass conversion of the Jews to true Judeo-Christianity has occurred, then the Lord Jesus will return to receive His completed bride, and thus all Israel will be saved!

May it be.

Bedbugs, Bistango, and Brooklyn Tabernacle

Greetings from Times Square!

I am now approaching the 2-month mark of my stay here at TSC. Next Sunday I start the Ministerial Intern Program with Pastor Will.

This week has been a bit inconvenient. I lived in Alabama for 27 years, in eight different locations and I have never even seen a bedbug. I’ve been in New York for less than two months and I’ve seen dozens of them! I also saw advertisements on the subway against them and even a large awareness billboard about them in Times Square! This place has a serious bedbug problem, among other things. So in our war against the bloodsuckers, we, the men of the maintenance ministry on the third floor, have taken drastic measures. Earl instructed us to move out all of our things, rip up all the carpets, bag up all our clothes, and then he would send the exterminator. Yesterday (Saturday), the exterminator came (actually for the second time in two weeks!) and sprayed four of our rooms and the whole hallway. He will return in a week to spray the rest of the rooms because we couldn’t all fit our belongings in the hallway at the same time. My carpet was glued down to the cement subflooring with epoxy glue. Just in case you don’t know, it was nearly impossible to get up. Thanks to whoever did that. It took me 5 or so hours to do just half of the room! And these rooms are small! If it weren’t for my friends Ramesh and Billy I never would have finished the room in time. There was something about the difficulty of the carpet, the bedbugs crawling on me at night, and moving for what will be the eighth time since last August, the fact that all my belongings were in disarray, and the fact that I had no privacy—all these things combined to stress me out quite a bit and make me irritable and full of worry. In an act of God’s perfect timing I visited the Brooklyn Tabernacle this morning and the theme of the message, which was preached by a pastor friend of Jim Cymbala’s from Michigan, was “Worry.” But before I go into that, let me tell you the side story.

Laura Fuller who is on the board of directors for Harvest Evangelism, called me on Friday to let me know that she and her husband Gary, who is the mayor of Opelika, Alabama, were coming to New York and wanted to visit me and take me out to eat. We met up, and after I gave them a brief tour of the church we took a cab over to E. 23^rd Street and 3^rd Avenue to an outstanding Italian Restaurant called Bistango (www.bistangonyc.com). The manager of Bistango is a brother here at Times Square Church named Anthony. Anthony was extremely friendly and accommodating, as it was Gary Fuller’s birthday that day, so I asked Anthony if he could do something special. Turns out Anthony had already been informed by Pastor Rick about Gary’s birthday; he had called and made reservations for me and the Fullers. The food was delectable, and Gary received two different kinds of chocolate desserts (Mayor Fuller loves chocolate) and was sung to by the Bistango staff. This outing was a very welcome retreat from the insecticide ridden, carpet-less halls of the third floor. I had a great time. This morning I also accompanied the Fuller’s to Brooklyn Tabernacle. WOW! What an amazing, spirit-filled service that was! I can’t believe there are two powerhouse churches within 20 minutes of each other in New York City, and maybe more. I guess the darker the city, the brighter the beacons must be. And also, the larger the population, the larger the churches should be. Times Square Church and Brooklyn Tabernacle are like sister churches. They are both located in old theaters and they both have a unique worship and teaching style. But I must say that the Brooklyn Tabernacle choir, under the direction of Carol Cymbala, blew my mind. They sang a new song this morning which I think is called, “You are the Sovereign God.” The song goes: “You are the Sovereign God! Bigger than all my problems, and every situation.” I had such a wonderful time of true praise. Not only that, but I felt exhorted and comforted by the choir. And that’s what a church choir is meant to do: not to entertain or build up unnecessary emotional hype, but to exhort the congregation and to lead them in authentic praise to God. I needed to hear both the message of the choir and the preacher. But something worth mentioning also happened when we first arrived at Brooklyn Tab. We got there fairly early and sat pretty close to the front on stage right. Then one of the most uncanny and improbable occurrences happened. We overheard the three people sitting directly in front of us talking about Alabama! I whispered to Laura, “They can’t be from Alabama.” So she asked the gentleman in front of us and he said, “Yes we are! We’re from Guntersville!” In response to that remark I just about lost composure. I am from Albertville, Alabama, the next city over from Guntersville! I have relatives in Guntersville and my dad volunteers for the Guntersville Rescue Squad. I grew up swimming and boating on Guntersville Lake! And sitting in front of us were Lisa Beam, and Coach Rick and Sandra Moody, all from Guntersville. Ms. Lisa is a P.E. teacher at an elementary school in Guntersville, and the Moody’s are originally from Guntersville and are moving back there soon from Syracuse, NY. Coach Moody was the women’s basketball coach at the University of Alabama, mine and Gary’s favorite team, and Gary knew the guy! This was a very pleasant gift and surprise for me, as I love my home state and was glad to meet Christian people from my hometown who know my relatives. But it took us having to meet at Brooklyn Tabernacle, some 900 miles away from home, in order to make acquaintance. This was a Divine appointment. Nobody can tell me that it was a coincidence; it was a precious gift of God to me. I am extremely thankful to God for that little gift and glimpse into eternity. What a family reunion THAT will be! Now, on to the message.

Pastor Jim Cymbala was at home with the flu today, but he invited his friend Brad from Michigan to preach in his stead, and Brad felt led of the Lord to bring a message against worry, a sin with which we are all familiar.

The talking points of the message are these, taken from the text of Matthew 6:25-34:

Worry is 1) Unreasonable, 2) Unnatural, 3) Unnecessary, and 4) Un-Christ-like. Worry and faith are mutually exclusive. If you want to overcome worry, apply these four principles from the text as spoken by Jesus: 1) Look to your Father in heaven, just like Jesus did. 2) Learn how valuable you are to Him. 3) Live one day at a time. 4) Apply Philippians 4:6: “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God,” for our Father knows what we have need of before we ask it. He will provide.

In light of the fact that Helen and I are planning to be a family and share life together, I would be well advised to take this important message into consideration daily, especially to the Lord in prayer.

Grace to you all,

David

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